On the other end of the phone, Meng Xun came out of the library with a pile of books. She wore thick glasses and looked like a top student. I've tried three methods, but none of them are correct. Go find our professor tomorrow.
"Why don't you go tonight? Don't bother your professor too much, I'll get someone to find you the Millennium Prize Problem collection in two days." Hearing Meng Xun's words, Meng Fu laughed. He remembered that when Meng Xun was in sixth grade, their math teacher came to Meng Fu's class and sat at the same table as Meng Fu, crying and complaining to him.
For a long time, Meng Fu's form teacher had not arranged for him to sit next to anyone.
He wondered how many strands of hair the professor at Beijing University's Mathematics Department had.
"I'm going to have dinner with Auntie tonight." Meng Xun pushed her glasses up.
